Name: Hound
   Race: Advanced Carrien
Package: Scout
    SCL: 10




 Appearance: At a measly six foot tall Hound is well on the short end of
             racial norms for Advanced Carrien, this however has had no
             effect on his overall weight which he has managed to maintain at
             a healthy twenty two stone. His form is clad in matt black body
             blocker with an integrated FEN scout helm and an ECM cape
             clasped over the shoulders.

Personality: Hound is loyal to a fault, not only to the company but to the
             people he works with. In addition to this his conditioning and
             training at the Karma labs has given him a deeply ingrained need
             to find a pack to run and hunt with, a need to prove himself
             superior to his base line cousins and to prove that the time and
             effort the company has invested in him is worthwhile.

 Background: What can I say that will make you trust me? Do I remember the
             stink of the sewers, the scent of my brothers and sisters and
             the sweet sweet tste of my mothers milk? Of course I do, do I
             resent the company for this? Fuck no. My brothers and sisters
             may still be out there somewhere terrorising the citizens and
             causing untold amounts of damage to company property, they are
             base feral creatures barely scraping their way through life in
             an an effort to survive. I on the other hand have been moulded
             by the researchers a Karma, trained and elevated by some of best
             tutors the company can provide before being armed and armoured
             in such a why that I can efficiently compliment any the
             thousands of Squads trudging their way through the depths of
             downtown or the ruins of the cannibal sectors. You smell good
             though, little bit on the damp side but still maybe we'll last
             long enough to get something done around here.